Chapter 1820: 1756 Eating Bread to Commit Suicide

Lao He wanted to join in, but after hearing just a few sentences, he gave up the idea.

Diagnosis and differential diagnosis have never been the strong suit of anesthesiologists.

Not to mention anesthesiologists, even surgeons aren't good at differential diagnosis of various diseases, especially rare ones.

This is the domain of internal medicine doctors; Zheng Lao Ban and Yun Ge'er are gifted and can ponder diagnosis and differential diagnosis, so don't go adding trouble yourself.

He glanced at the table; Feng Xu Hui and Liu Xiao Jie were eating quietly. Feng Xu Hui was like a wary wolf, eating while watching to see if Zheng Lao Ban needed anything.

This young man is really cautious, while the girl beside him is playing on her phone. In this situation, shouldn't the company staff be serving tea and water? What the hell is she doing playing on her phone?

It seems she just graduated and is directly serving Zheng Lao Ban. Or maybe Zheng Lao Ban has a good temper, and she's gotten used to it; if it were someone else, they'd make that girl doubt her life.

Xie Yiren…… the boss's wife is eating; she always loves food. Hmm, this seems like a relatively good hobby—should I get some strange ingredients?

Lao He hehe smiled; flattering the boss's wife is easier and more direct than flattering the boss.

As for Liu Zewei and Professor Rudolf Wagner, they didn't bother with the consultation either; they probably wouldn't understand it.

Lao He leisurely ate hot pot, but didn't drink alcohol, carefully waiting to see if Zheng Lao Ban needed anything.

Ten minutes later, Luan Yingjie received a call, he wryly said: "Zheng Lao Ban, Yun Ge'er, we've searched the whole house and found no insulin."

Zheng Ren nodded and continued thinking.

This isn't it, that isn't it; there's no organic lesion, yet the condition is progressively worsening.

Digestive system, eating problems, progressive worsening—these laid out clearly indicate the disease progression of esophageal cancer.

Strange—what disease is it?

Steroids? Hormones? Thyroid?

Zheng Ren thought about them one by one, eliminating them one by one.

Su Yun was the same, frowning, not knowing what strange disease she was thinking about in her head.

Luan Yingjie looked at the two, thinking he'd probably be disappointed again today. Could it really be necessary to send the old man to a mental hospital?

Impossible! I would absolutely not send him to that damned place.

It seems I really have let go of everything, treating it as a vacation to accompany the old man for a few months.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Ah?! I'm coming right over!"

Luan Yingjie said hurriedly, "You guys watch him—if he wants to go home, let him go! Don't force him to stay in the hospital."

"Who cares what the damn doctor says!"

This guy has panicked, speaking without restraint, forgetting that this place is full of doctors.

Su Yun's mouth twitched, but she endured; seeing Luan Yingjie about to leave, she immediately asked, "Old Luan, what's wrong?"

"My dad refuses to stay in the hospital no matter what..." As he spoke, Luan Yingjie felt it absurd, paused, then said, "He took someone else's bread from the observation room, saying he'd force himself, and he just swallowed the whole loaf!"

"……"

Everyone in the room stared at each other, only Xie Yiren continued to happily munch on tripe.

Eating bread to commit suicide—this posture seems a bit off.

We've seen all kinds of bizarre and unconscious suicides, but who's ever heard of suicide by eating bread?

After Luan Yingjie finished speaking, he even amused himself.

"Let the old man go home, and we'll do a test once he's there." Zheng Ren said, "We'll go together."

"What test?" Su Yun asked.

"Let's see; I currently suspect it's a nervous system disorder caused by autonomic dysfunction."

"Zheng... Zheng Lao Ban, is my dad's diagnosis a mental illness?" Luan Yingjie now also feels uncertain.

Holding bread and committing suicide—this is simply terrifying.

If it's not a mental illness, what else could it be? By now Luan Yingjie leans toward his family's old man having a mental disorder; otherwise, how could a normal person eat bread to kill himself?

He was so distressed, pulling out his hair strand by strand.

"You guys eat first, then head home." Zheng Ren stood up and said, "Sorry, Director Lin."

"You're busy, you're busy, work comes first." Lin Ge felt delighted; at this moment Zheng Lao Ban still remembered to greet me, which shows what? It shows I already have a place in his heart.

Zheng Ren walked over to Xie Yiren and patted her head.

Xie Yiren pressed her hand onto Zheng Ren's, turned and smiled, "When you're done, come home early—should I leave a light on for you?"

"If I'm not mistaken, I'll be back home soon." Zheng Ren chuckled, "It's possible you haven't finished eating, and I'll already be home."

"Sure!" Xie Yiren exerted a little force, pinched Zheng Ren's hand, and said, "Go quickly, return quickly."

"Mm." Zheng Ren smiled and nodded.

After saying that, Zheng Ren pulled Luan Yingjie out.

The room fell silent; Lao He frowned in thought, but still couldn't figure it out.

"Professor Liu, what's your judgment?" Lao He asked.

"None." Liu Zewei said, "Passing out after eating—this sounds like a mental disorder."

"Zheng Lao Ban seems to have an idea."

"How can we compare to Zheng Lao Ban?" Liu Zewei laughed, "I'm really convinced by his diagnostic level."

"That's true; a few days ago at the Community Hospital, I couldn't figure out that abdominal pain case from Massachusetts General Hospital would be a thyroid storm." Lao He chuckled and said.

"Let's eat, but you drank today; if you were supposed to do surgery later, you probably couldn't get on the operating table." Liu Zewei smiled.

"……" Lao He felt a bit regretful, drinking for no reason!

However, Yun Ge'er seems to have drunk too; if he were to go on stage, how would the surgery be done?

Forget it, since you've already drunk, just let yourself go. Should we quit drinking in the future? Yun Ge'er can be reckless—can I?

Lao He got caught up in a struggle with the air, he began to ponder what the twin sister flowers should do from his perspective.

But in the end he worriedly discovered that they just needed to stay quiet and be pretty girls, serving as eye candy was enough. As an old man, a Zao Lao tou zi, he needed to put in more effort!

Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Luan Yingjie got into the car.

The professional driver seemed to think Luan Yingjie's family business was not small either. Zheng Ren recalled the broken-down car Song Ying drove, which was really rather low-key.

Living like this, wouldn't it be exhausting? Zheng Ren thought to himself.

Passing a pharmacy, Zheng Ren immediately asked, "Boss Luan, do you have any heart medication at home?"

"Uh... none." Luan Yingjie said, "No one in my family has heart disease."

"Stop the car." Zheng Ren said.

The driver slammed on the brakes, stopping at the roadside.

"Boss, where are you going?" Su Yun asked in surprise.

"Buy a bottle of nitroglycerin."